listenin to Weezy's "Lock and Load" (Carter 2) I heard this...
scripted codes genesis this buildin of scrolls
literal sense of deliverance,
fitted to be limited in scope
bend physical knowns,
blend fitfully within cities controlled
increments of 3 are perceived as witnesses, watch proceedings unfold
grimace extensively,
the stench of you primitive trolls is soaked into my soul
if there is such a thing
thundering numbers run rings in my dreams
prime and never even
mind effective leadership keeps us teething,
*ahem* seething on the concepts of collaring the anomaly
collars popped methodically,
crispy starched mobs of ME
as each marches to my beat, my knowledge increases
exponential strategems, existential ramblins
one simple demand, committed
ham-handed commandments transmitted
broken discs spinnin,
over written on both existences
I have no limits...
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